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About five years ago I was visiting Portland, Oregon, when my cell phone rang. I was getting ready to attend my son’s college graduation, and almost didn’t answer. I’m glad I did. On the other end of the line was Mary Johnson, calling to tell me I’d been selected to receive the 4th Gift of Freedom, a $50,000 award from A Room of Her Own Foundation. Imagine my surprise! I’d spent a lot of care and effort on the application, but I knew...
The Q | immersion
immersion Q: Who do we aspire to become within this sacred creative space?*Responses will be curated and may be shared with permission.Permission* Yes, I give my permission Show Full AgreementBy submitting your response, you are granting AROHO permission for possible publication – in whole or excerpts – in WAVES, which is also archived on our website and may be shared on social platforms.Name* First Last Address* State / Province /...
The Deepest Place
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. May Sarton ___________________________ The Q: How do we recover treasure from the deepest places, the bathys? Share Your Response Here ___________________________ The bathys holds what we’ve buried too deep— loss, love, and memory’s wreckage. Descend, unafraid, and return with radiant fragments only an artist...
Witness by Sarah Aronson
“Witness” by Sarah Aronson It was a relief to be dominated by something without malice. — Tim Winton I sit on an unstable mound of sand and gravel, recent deposits from the receding glacier in front of me. An archway of muddy ice thaws away from a hump of bedrock. In the gap between them is a blank, dark space where meltwater falls in steady drips, a beaded curtain. The drops join the opaque torrent...
to be seen by Tonya Russell
“to be seen” by Tonya Russell ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tonya Russell Artist Statement: My photography is a way for me to express human experiences. My deepest need is to create art.
Once, After a Torrent: Prose-Poem by Lopamudra Banerjee
“Once, After a Torrent: Prose-Poem” by Lopamudra Banerjee My love, once you had gone so far as to love the fire within me. I did not think then, some day you would burn away the fiery bird, running to and fro within my neatly feminine voice, your sensual fuel. Once, my love, you had colored me in wild hues, the red of my heart, The blue of my veins, the green of my fertile womb. Have you ever known, how I too...
Grackle Poem by Lois Harrod
“Grackle Poem” by Lois Harrod Pitch swan, know-it-all crow, oil-spill signify–– black in the bottom grass, large and lanky, long-tailed strut of tongue my murky grackle with your chunky beak–– the sun shatters your feathers bronze and blue–– ripples the opalescent Mediterranean. The darker my heart the more dash and trace. Can you see my rush my streak and hue? Yes, I am naked now black–– a village devested...
The Q | the deepest place
the deepest place Q: What treasures are secreted in the deepest places, the bathys, and how will we recover their promise?*Responses will be curated and may be shared with permission.Permission* Yes, I give my permission Show Full AgreementBy submitting your response, you are granting AROHO permission for possible publication – in whole or excerpts – in WAVES, which is also archived on our website and may be shared on social...
The Refracting Wave
Women hold the vision, for we are oracles. We will always remember the truth in the midst of darkness. Anzareen Chaudhury _________________________________________________________ The Q: What do we need from ourselves and each other to break pattern, to break open? Share Your Response Here “Georgia’s Palette” by Elizabeth Kenneday Read More ...
Night in Noyers by Tai Kojro-Badziak
“Night in Noyers” by Tai Kojro-Badziak ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tai Kojro-Badziak Artist Statement: In the village, the lights go out at 10pm but the sky stays blue til about 11…. At midnight, I lie on the old stone wall by the river, listening to the quiet. The stars circle above and an owl hoots. The night envelops me in inky darkness…....
Mother, you were a seed by Anzareen Chaudhury
“Mother, you were a seed” by Anzareen Chaudhury the seed holds a banyan tree but mother you were only a seed when they treated you so harshly. you birthed me from a broken body and I was born with a broken heart which broke the more I lived and the older I grew my branches were split in thin halves and my roots never grew quite deep enough. I swayed too easily in the wind and the thunderstorms splintered me. did you...
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